Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 145
Lucius stepped cautiously into the vault, then took out a pair of special gloves from his waist and put them on.

"Help me illuminate, arsonist, and don't use Fiendflame recently, gravediggers don't like it." Lucius said while looking for it with the help of the illuminating spell of others.

With his gloved hands, he fiddled with the vault recklessly, not afraid of being scalded or triggering the copying spell of the golden cup—as long as he is fully prepared, there is no magic that cannot be broken.

"here……"

Lucius suddenly yelled in surprise, and then reached out to grab a small golden cup with a badger engraved on it.

At this moment, Voldemort shouted the curse outside: "Torn apart."

"Boom~~"

It seemed that something had been exploded, followed by the sound of various spells being shouted.

Lucius hurried out, just as he saw Voldemort cast a killing curse without hesitation, and a goblin holding a dagger lay silently on the ground.

For a moment, the entire battlefield fell silent, and then a few Death Eaters let out an evil cheer, and the goblins huddled together in terror—but they didn't choose to run.

Obviously, even though Voldemort's curse made them feel horrible, the instinct of guarding the vault, or the spirit of the contract, kept them from flinching.

"Is this it? Gravedigger." Lucius asked, dragging the little golden cup.

Voldemort frowned, turned his head and took a look, and after confirming that it was his Horcrux, he said dissatisfiedly: "Put him away, forerunner, don't let others see..."

"It's Hufflepuff's cup."

One of the goblins shouted, which made the eyes of the other goblins light up instantly, and a group of little guys looked at Lucius as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Damn, look what you did."

Voldemort angrily reprimanded Lucius, and Lucius also realized that he had made a big mistake—for God's sake, he just couldn't be sure if it was this thing, and it turned out...

"Kill them, leave none behind."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he cast an explosive curse directly behind the goblin, causing the tunnel behind to collapse, blocking everyone's escape route.

"You are not allowed to use Fiendfire, use other magic as you like." Voldemort shouted again, and then he took the lead in attacking.

There are a lot of elves, there are more than [-]. Although the killing curse is easy to use, it is not a group attack.

Therefore, Voldemort raised his hand to cast the Explosive Curse, causing the group of goblins to disperse, and then began to defeat them one by one.

Throat-cutting curse, god-pointing curse, killing curse...

There is no spell, it is not to kill a life, Voldemort kills without mercy.

A few Death Eaters also used magic one after another, dealing a lot of damage to the goblin in front of them. Although not everyone could use the killing curse, it was mostly black magic.

The little goblins are brave, some of them use spells to resist, some use their body shape to avoid, and some are brave, and even want to kill them with short swords.

But Voldemort obviously doesn't like close combat with people, and whenever there is a goblin rushing towards him, he will give a green light without hesitation.

"Boom."

During the chaotic battle, suddenly a little goblin spun in place and disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.

Voldemort's eyes froze—damn it, the news will definitely get out...

Glaring at Lucius dissatisfied again, Lucius was so frightened that he hurriedly cast the Killing Curse to show his loyalty - he was well aware of how much trouble his reckless actions had caused Voldemort's plan.

At this time, he could only use a strong performance to redeem the stupid impression left by his idiot behavior in Voldemort's heart.

"Boom, bang, bang..."

More and more goblins chose to escape, and soon there was only the last one left. When he wanted to turn around, Voldemort killed him with a spell.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

In the depths of the empty vault, only the door opener is still swinging the jingle piece, threatening the dragon and keeping it away from everyone.

Everyone stopped, and Voldemort glanced at the goblin corpses on the ground, there were more than a dozen of them, but he didn't feel any compassion in his heart.

I just regret not being able to kill all of them... Voldemort thought bitterly in his heart.

"Gravedigger, are we leaving?" Lucius asked carefully putting away the gold cup.

Glaring at him angrily, Voldemort glanced at the vault behind him again, and thought for a while, "Looting a few vaults is just the start-up fund for potion research."

Lucius was taken aback by his words.

"Gravedigger, when the goblin comes again, he must have made sufficient preparations, if..."

"grab."

Without further ado, Voldemort ordered directly.

Lucius couldn't resist him, so he could only follow him to the vault not far away, let the controlled goblin open it, and then everyone filled their pockets.

It has to be said that the wealth of the treasury at the lowest level exceeded everyone's expectations.

"next."

Having robbed one vault, Voldemort immediately moved on to the next, but this time Lucius did not move.

"What's wrong?" Voldemort asked angrily.

"Gravedigger, this is my family's treasury." Lucius leaned closer and whispered.

Voldemort was taken aback. He really didn't expect that after robbing several vaults, he would encounter his own.

"It's hard to go around, so change the direction." Voldemort said.

"The one over there seems to belong to the Avery family. I saw it once." Lucius reminded again in a low voice.

Voldemort was taken aback again. The Avery father and son were both Death Eaters.

The father's generation is my classmate, the son's generation is Snape's classmate, for my loyal minister's property...

"Forget it, let's go to a place farther away." Voldemort said.

Lucius didn't stop this time, and was about to lead the way himself, but at this moment, another group of goblins rushed over.

Unlike before, this group of goblins wore armor, and they were obviously more prepared.

"Avada Kedavra~~~"

Raising the hand is the killing curse, just because Voldemort used this curse most conveniently - as Riddle's soul merged more and more, the consciousness of Voldemort's remnant soul also affected him more and more.

If Lin Zuo's consciousness had the upper hand, there would not be a dozen goblins lying on the ground before, but now...

Unless [Lin Zuo Moment] is used, Voldemort's character becomes more and more cruel.

Perhaps this is Voldemort's nature.

"Whoosh."

The green light passed through the gap in the armor and instantly entered the goblin's body.

"Ding bang...dang bang..."

The body in heavy armor collapsed weakly, and because of the previous momentum, it continued to roll forward.

The goblin, who couldn't stop the car behind, fell down one after another, and Voldemort frowned suspiciously—why was he wearing armor when he knew how to use magic?

He really didn't understand these goblins, but in the ensuing battle, the armor still showed extraordinary advantages.

"Fractured."

I don't know whose spell hit the breastplate, and a ray of light protruded from the breastplate, actually blocking the spell.

"Use black magic." Voldemort said dissatisfied.

As a villain in the wizarding world, if it is torn apart or something, don't use it if it is not necessary.

Black magic is the life magic of Death Eaters.

(End of this chapter)